It's nice to meet you, my names Cora.

This will be my safe place. This will become my grandmother's backyard.
This will be snickers bars, swing sets, and rainy days. It will be the peace that comes only with being completely submerged by water.
But I hope, too, that it will become inspiring. I hope for it to be real and to truly reflect my wandering soul. My spirit never rests and my mind never stops striving for what it does not know.
I am uneasy and paranoid and a little confused with why things are the way they are. Thankfully I'm still naive enough to make a habit of faith.
I want to run away and explore the world. I believe most nights should be spent in small cafes with dim lighting, a book, and the smell of coffee overwhelming the senses.
If I didn't love people so much, I would hide myself away. I would hide in a big city where everyone is too busy to notice the individuality that surrounds them.
But people are what make this life worth living. Relationships, whether good or bad, invite us to learn of a part of life they cannot teach in school. We can find true joy and unbound hate intertwined with the relationships we willingly or unwillingly develop.
Joy and hate; both dangerous emotions that we need to truly get the most out of life.
I believe that every moment happens for a reason and the punches life throws at us are meant to be taken.
The greatest people come from several broken hearts. Once the heart has been mended, it has the wisdom to be cautious and the ignorance to trust again, regardless of past experience. I wish that people could see the blessing of a broken heart. If they're bitter and cynical from a former wound, then their heart may still be fractured.
I warn you that I'm scatter brained and unsure of what i really am. I know little, but learn from every mistake.
I will travel until I find the place I truly belong. Which I fear will be a long time...maybe never.

These are the tales of a wanderer.

Join me.